In the Shadows, There's Enlightenment [Part 2]
In this tale, the setting is crucial. Go back to the beginning of "In Darkness, He Sees Light" for more backstory. Although not as steamy as this one, it's still entertaining. Feel free to provide feedback, positive or negative. This is just my second written story, so I'm open to criticism.
Part II
Richie faced a challenge. He yearned to fulfill all his twisted desires on Alina, however, he was afraid she might perceive him as perverse or odd. He wanted to unleash himself on her but was fearful. Fearful of losing his job, being incarcerated, or simply being ostracized by society for his sexual cravings.
He was contemplating this when she seized both his wrists and pushed him back, holding him in place with her chest pressed against his. She had pushed him against the unfinished drywall of the 18th floor, leaving him momentarily dazed.
As she kissed him passionately, she sucked his tongue with full red lips. When he reciprocated, he sucked her tongue in the same manner. He leaned into her and effortlessly freed his hands from hers, tracing her breasts with his rugged hands. He discovered the outer portions of her breasts through the silken fabric of her dress and then concentrated his search inward. He located the wide circumference of her areolas with his thumbs and fingers, later finding the center of each areola, followed by her diamond-hard nipples. He squeezed and pinched her with relish, causing her to moan into his mouth as he fondled her flawlessly symmetrical chest.
Their breathing was labored when, all of a sudden, Alina shoved him away from her chest with both her hands. She distanced herself from him, chest heaving from the effort of his caresses. Her gaze wandered down his right thigh, and she realized the source of her shortness of breath.
His penis seemed on the verge of exploding from its confinement, just like an incensed cobra springing out of its receptacle.
She took a deep breath, flashed a mischievous smile, and lifted the edges of her yellow sundress. It flew up and landed on a nearby couch.
No hesitation, he was going to give her everything she craved, or she would destroy him.
Richie was stunned by the vision he had imagined. He had misjudged the situation.
Upon lifting the final piece of the flimsy dress over her head, she stood there, hips cocked to one side, hands on them, waiting. The only thing she wore were her high heels.
When Richie relocated to Atlanta, he had served as the designated driver for his inebriated journeyman wireman supervisors so they could go to strip clubs. They referred to these locations as "shoe shows" because all the women had on were their shoes.
Alina regarded him, waiting for his reaction. Richie was overwhelmed by her beauty.
Alina was aware of her allure. 6 feet 2 inches in heels with an Amazonian physique.
Her DD breasts stood erect and defiant, beckoning to be touched. Her dark brown areolas were 3 inches in diameter with 1-inch nipples in the center. Richie noted no sag in them. Richie's gaze travelled south, noting the flatness of her stomach, noticing her 6 pack ending at her pelvis. She had no hair down there, she was as smooth as glass, with the entrance to her cleft slightly open and glistening in the morning sunlight, enticing what lay ahead. Looking down further, he noticed the tops of her black stockings had lacey patterns with yellow roses encircling her exquisitely toned thighs and calves.
His eyes ultimately returned upward to her fierce blue eyes. She grinned sexily, unwavering in her determination, delighted by his admiration of her "assets."
Richie found himself cornered. He was open-mouthed, staring at her. Alina arched her eyebrows, nodding her head urgently, inviting him. Her blue eyes glowed with desire for what might occur.
Richie realized he had his mouth agape. He snapped it shut. Then, as he gazed into her entrancing eyes, he mustered his courage, cautioning her, "Are you absolutely certain you want this? I've been toiling and sweating." It sounded like an excuse, but Richie respected women enough to ensure they would recall this encounter fondly, not like a encounter with an unskilled construction worker.
Alina appreciated his honest and straightforward approach but rejected any of his excuses, only replying, "Darling, if you don't take me now, I'll tell Blaine you're gay, and the entire building will know by the end of the day. Afterwards, your union hall will become aware, and how do you think that will turn out?" She smirked at him confidently, believing she had manipulated his emotions expertly. Alina had had enough patience.
This woman had played her only trick: fear. Fear of being shunned by his peers, who pretty much didn't like him either, Richie was a Yankee in the deep south. She knew this well. She'd seen how people would treat him. He wasn't exactly welcomed by his co-workers in construction.
Richie needed to act quickly.
This gorgeous, mysterious, and nearly flawless woman had just threatened him, not with physical harm, but with lies that would destroy him.
She had gone too far. She was endangering everything he had bled for, perspired for, and labored for.
His mind raced as he reeled off the painful encounters he's experienced over the previous year:
He was specifically given harder jobs than other apprentices who were also local. There were "good ole' boys" with dads in the union. They had the same experience as him and were in the same time frame in their apprenticeship.
He endured the abuse, working harder than anyone else.
"Hey, who's your dad? Oh, you're a Yankee, why don't you go back to where you came from? We've got enough of those here already."
He endured the remarks, stuffing them away like dirty laundry in an overflowing hamper.
"Don't even look at our women, or else you'll be a damn Yankee."
He endured the slights, pushing the comments deep within himself.
"Hey fellas, we've got a Carpetbagger!"
He endured the ridicule, taking the torment for what it was. The losers could never let up.
The worst of it? Hardly anyone taught him anything because he was an outsider. A Yankee. Despite the fact that the Civil War had long ended, there were still good ol' boys who felt that way and saw it as easy to berate him. He ultimately had to go to the apprenticeship committee to make the journeyman teach him something on the job and assign him to an electrical company. They quickly conceded because cheap labor was cheap labor.
It took a monumental amount of effort just to get through each day.
He held strong, having never given up and was now thriving under his mentor's guidance, Blaine.
He returned to the present, and this stunning, high and mighty black woman was now threatening to tarnish his sexuality and masculinity. He was aware, to his knowledge, that gays didn't work construction. He'd be ostracized like a leper.
Richie had finally had enough. A switch flipped in his brain.
In an instant, he bent his head and tensed his muscular upper body. He clenched his fists by his side. His eyebrows furrowed over his striking dark blue eyes. His face broke into a malicious grin. Then his worn work boots surged forward in a swift movement, driven by powerful emotions and rage.
Chapter 2
Alina hadn't anticipated what this little blonde havoc with a giant white penis was capable of. She'd just been teasing him, threatening to spread rumors about him being gay, the next thing she knew, strong, rough hands shoved her to her knees. Her arms flew up automatically in a warding off gesture, but he was too powerful. She was only four inches taller than him, but it didn't help her at all. He now held complete control.
She fell on her stockinged knees with a groan, shocked expression on her face, her mouth agape in astonishment. She barely had time to question his behavior when he unzipped his carpenter jeans rapidly, exposing the largest cock she'd ever witnessed up close. She gasped at the sight of the taut flesh, like a white torpedo: 12 inches in length and enlarged all the way down to his blond pubic hair. He whipped it back and forth on her face.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" she yelped, panicked. When he reached for the fly of his jeans, she frantically said, "Richie, I was just trying to...um...encourage you...maybe...ya know, let me see what you're capable of?" She winked up at him, under the irritation.
He grabbed a large clump of her curly brown hair and yanked her head back, holding her motionless. It hurt, and she couldn't escape.
Watching her struggle, Alina attempted to apologize, "Hey Richie, no, really, I just wanted to...well, help you...maybe, you know, show you what you could do." She tried in vain to push him away but his firm grip prevented any movement. She whimpered in pain as he rubbed his massive orifice all over her face.
"Do you know how racist it is to say that?" she cried. "I'm sorry! Please, don't do this!" But he had no mercy. "Suck it!" he yelled, holding her head in place.
Alina, feeling cornered, gasped as multiple orgasms wracked her body. Even as she tried to resist, her mere presence was arousal for the aggressive white boy. All attempts to push him away failed in the waves of pleasure. "Please," she pleaded. "I'll do anything, just stop!" she begged in despair. As she was pushed deeper into pleasure, her tears mingled with his sweat on her face.
Oh, don't worry Alina, you're about to witness what I'm capable of," Richie sneered with a devilish grin.
Alina gazed at him, considering whether to apologize differently, but before she could speak, Richie was done talking. He grasped both sides of her head and twisted it to face one side of his large member, letting it glide down her lips and over her open mouth, lubricating it with her saliva. He then rotated his hips the other way, causing his cock to lubricate the other side equally.
Satisfied, Richie flattened his hips and pushed his cock between her glossy red lips.
There was no attempt to conceal his intention of deep-throating her. He pushed his massive cock past her plump lips and over her tongue, savoring the gurgling moan emanating from her soon-to-be-violated throat. He stopped momentarily when he encountered some resistance. He saw her eyes closed. Most of his cock was in her mouth, but not nearly enough. He tightened his grip on her head and thrust his cock into her throat, deeper and deeper.
Her eyes flew open and bulged out as she abruptly gagged for the first time ever. Saliva ran and spilled down her flawless chin, dripping down over the prominent mound lodged in her throat. It slid down the 2-inch-deep cleft between her round breasts before landing with a plop on the hard ground.
Alina raised her chin as high as she could with his erection lodged in her throat, her blue eyes imploringly staring up at Richie, wondering how much of his cock she needed to consume to satisfy this utterly insane man.
He had reached his limit. When he encountered resistance again at the back of her throat, he didn't hesitate. He pushed forward, driving his cock down her esophagus.
As Richie ravished her throat, he studied her reaction. Her eyes were wide open and staring, spit trickling out of her mouth in long strands. She had both her powerful arms pushing against his thighs, reluctant to continue. His powerful thighs were spread wide for her to grip.
His pelvis pressed and thrust in and out of her mouth like a high-speed engine. His face-fucking was rapid and rhythmic, leaving her just enough time to gasp for breath. Remarkably, her mouth and throat were adapting to his enormous penis, stretching, and offering less resistance with each passing thrust. Richie observed that she was taking his penis better and better, so he intensified the pace. Soon he would shower her throat with his semen.
Not just yet. He wanted it to last longer. If he were going to lose everything because of this overconfident, arrogant slut, he was going to punish her beforehand.
Alina couldn't believe a small white man had convinced her to deep-throat him. The biggest cock she had ever seen, and it belonged to a devil in carpenter jeans - a complete shock to her. The most surprising part was that she was beginning to enjoy the control she had over his enormous member. She had never encountered a gag reflex, but this was beyond her capabilities. She needed to find a way out of this predicament. It was difficult to think with his attack on her throat.
She was still struggling to breathe as he slammed into her mouth repeatedly.
Finally, mercifully, Richie removed his hand from her forehead and pulled his cock out of her mouth. The other hand still clutched her hair, holding her head; he tilted it to one side.
He looked down at the woman he had degraded.
Alina was a mess. Her mouth was open, heaving, and gasping. Saliva droplets hung from her chin and breasts like holiday decorations. A massive puddle of saliva had formed on the floor between her stocking-clad knees.
Her eyes locked on his, full of anger and terror.
"How," she gulped for air, "dare you," another breath, "force yourself," one last deep inhalation to yell, "on meee!"
Richie grabbed her head by the hair and forced her to look at him. "I preferred you when you were more confident in your body, and more restrained," he said casually.
Alina found her breath and her senses returning as she firmly gripped his wrist. "Fuck you, white bread!" she growled, spitting on his penis, glaring at him with animosity and, yes, lust in her eyes.
Next, she sagged forward as his two hands returned to wreaking havoc on her kinky brown hair.
Despite his hands pulling at her tangled mane, she struggled to catch her breath, mouth agape and panting. Richie grinned fiendishly and gave her head a hard yank upwards, mashing his grotesque purple bulbous head into her swollen lips. He shoved in fiercely, increasing the intrusion when she gagged, desperate to keep her mouth open. His ravenous movements left her gasping for breath even more.
Richie reveled in the commanding sight of a sizeable vein throbbing in her skin, standing out like a giant lump under her chin. At one point, he pulled his cock from her throat just enough to taste her tongue, only to ram it back in again mercilessly.
His heavy, blonde pubic hair lightly brushed her nose while his balls comfortably rested on her chin, as though slotted into place. That thought brought a twisted smirk to his lips, imagining it like a display of trivial items on a shelf.
He tormented her with short, jolting movements, punctuated by lingering grips on her hair. It sent pleasurable shivers down her spine and made her gasp each time he pulled back his unyielding meat stick.
He continued to pummel her throat, enthralled by the sound his sweat-slick balls made when they slapped her chin with loud smacks.
When he sensed that his cock was dancing just moments from climaxing, he shifted gears without warning.
To her horror, he ramped up his relentless assault, nearly pulverizing her now-weary throat. True to his word, it wasn't long before her body succumbed to his relentless invasion, and she started grinning around his engorged manhood. Using her free hand she pushed her chin towards his abdomen, exposing her neck. With just a glance, Richie understood.
The addictive sight of her throat scarred with his large girth turned him on, but it was definitely time to finish things off.
After Alina opened her lips, he continued to ravage her, no longer in control. Before he could lose his toeing point and ejaculate, she pushed with all of her might and lifted his hands, forcing them to press against the exterior wall.
Screwing his eyes shut, Richie could feel his body tensing up. Impatiently, Richie begged, "I want to cum on your face."
Alina laughed maniacally and popped his cock out, the loud 'pop' surprising them both. His saliva-slick dick shimmered in the light as it left her mouth. He could see her eyes widening and her expression shifting as she began massaging his member. With an unhinged smile and spit on her chin, she backed up, slowly pumping his cock with both hands. Her face beamed with excitement.
"I usually give more punishment to white boys' baby battery, but I'll make an exception for this beast," she claimed, laughing.
As he beheld the strange sight of a black woman practically begging for more of his seed, Richie knew what had to be done before he came.
"You won't be controlling anything," he growled, thrusting his hips forward in an unyielding rhythm.
Alina laughed and shook her head. Then, she pulled her head up aghast, surprised that he was still dominating her. Determined, she suddenly reached up and pushed his hands down, trapping them reluctantly at his sides. His eyes widened in surprise.
The roles were reversed.
With a frenzied glare, she jerked him back and took control of his bulging weapon in her mouth. Gagging and choking, her head bounced heavily on his cock, growing harder as she slowly strangled him. With a sporty expression, her hand wrapped around his nut sack, stroking him even faster.
The combination of her attention-grabbing look and her quick work on his cock left Richie begging for mercy. Instead, she lowered her gaze, focusing specifically on the flyers and logos covering his chest until...
"MRF!"
His tendency to supinely enjoy Alina's unexpected dominance angered him. It was time for him to punish her.
It's not every day you meet such a unique creature that loves choking and being dominated, he thought to himself. Allowing his fury to take over, he yanked her hands, reminding Alina that he, and not that overly confident snatch, was in charge.
"You like that?" he asked crudely, his voice threaded with a hint of reproach.
"Mmm," she meekly hummed, seemingly unaware that he'd broken her temporary control of the scenario.
As promised, Richie increased his speed brutally and denied her the pleasure of controlling his climax.
This time, to control the huntress once more, he pushed her hands away from his body roughly. He grasped his penis in his hand and forced her right shoulder back, causing her to land on her haunches with her mouth open and eyes wide in shock.
"You're going to swallow every single drop of my seed, you slut," Richie snarled, moving his member slowly. He sped up, realizing the climax was approaching. He squeezed his cock tightly, like a constricted hose, and waited for a count of five before releasing the pressure.
Taking a deep breath, he roared, "Fuck youuuuuuuuuuuu!"
Alina, with her cocky smile back on her face, began to reply but was interrupted by a sudden powerful jet of semen jetting down her throat. It didn't even touch her tongue, but instead straight to her stomach just like a shot of tequila at a Saturday night bar.
She was surprised by the suddenness of it all and quickly closed her mouth, anticipating the next blast and receiving it on her lips. Then a white bolt struck her right cheek, traveling from the temple to the earlobe.
Wondering how much he had left in him, she suddenly knew the answer.
Richie's breath grew deeper and faster, becoming a steam engine of desire and rage. He planned to sew his manly essence into her mind.
Alina had to open her mouth again, forgetting that she could breathe through her nose, to draw air into her lungs. Her speech was interrupted by another torrent of hot white fluid shot across her long brown hair, which she had spent half an hour perfecting earlier that day.
"Nooooooo!" she screamed, noticing where his weapon was pointed. She threw her hands up to shield herself from the assault. She remembered that it would be difficult to get his seed out of her hair from previous encounters.
"Too late, you need some blonde highlights," Richie growled, grunting, pumping his hips forward, his right hand frantically stroking his member. He aimed the stream of white liquid at her right eyebrow, arching over her wavy locks to the back of her head.
He aimed again at the other side and sent the remaining streams across her hair as well.
The last stream of cum stuck his genetic code to the top of her large brown breasts.
As Richie's orgasm waned, he shivered uncontrollably. His right hand was still on his shaft, slowly stroking it.
He then looked at Alina.
She looked up at him, her mouth open, her eyes glowing with the remnants of his seed. She couldn't believe how much cum had been deposited on her face.
Alina reached up and felt the wet, sticky mess that had landed in her hair. Streams of white cum dripped from her nose, sliding across her mouth and down her chin, merging with others that landed on her stockings.
She put her hands on her thighs, stood up shakily, and leaned against a nearby pillar, taking in the situation. Turning her gaze back to Richie, she didn't seem angry, just resigned to the fact that she had lost control for a while.
"Well, this wasn't exactly what I had planned," she concluded, still puzzled over what had just taken place.
"I don't know what happened either, but you do look great with my offspring hanging out in your hair," Richie replied sheepishly, putting away his power drill.
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